Draft Log #1: Before

[lucetimods]

Who: Everyone!
What: Everything!
When: Whenever!
Where: Everywhere!
Summary: The draft has been announced, and the players have their parts. Time to get ready.
Rating: It'll probably vary

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[refinedmaestro]

[In the morning, Frederic will have gathered supplies for the trip that were deemed necessary to him. Once his day of shopping is done, he'll spend a short while at the park before going to the Seventh Heaven to play various piano pieces of his own from his Mazurka in E minor, Op. 41, No. 1 to Ballade No. 1 in G Minor, Op. 23 to name a few. Once he's done playing for the day, he decides to go home and relax with some tea before leaving]

[isntyourfriend]

[Elliot's in a terrible mood thanks to being drafted, but he stops as he hears the piano music coming from inside Seventh Heaven as someone leaves the restaurant. He was only passing by, but... Well, he can't just ignore it. Annoyed, he makes his way into the restaurant to find out who the heck is playing like that around here.]

[refinedmaestro]

[Frederic continues concentrating on his piano playing until he finishes with a sigh, thus taking a break from it for a brief time to either get food or drink.]

[isntyourfriend]

[When Frederic stops to get something to drink, that's when Elliot will go over to talk to him, ignoring anyone who's come over to wait on the composer.]

Was that you playing just now?

[refinedmaestro]

[Frederic stares at Elliot and then speaks up to answer him.]

It was one of my compositions.

[isntyourfriend]

[Wow. It was pretty impressive... How could anyone be that good? It kind of pissed him off.]

Do you compose a lot?

[refinedmaestro]

[Frederic sips his tea that he ordered then stares back at Elliot.]

Yes, I do. And yes, I do remember you and Mister Leo from the night I rescued you. You were...Elliot Nightray, weren't you?

[isntyourfriend]

[He gives a slight nod.] That's me. And you are Frederic Chopin.

[refinedmaestro]

[He bows politely.] Yes, that is correct. I'm honored you remembered me, Mister Nightray.

[isntyourfriend]

I can't forget someone who helped me and my servant. [And that's the truth. He may be loud and rude, and in a less-than-pleasant mood because of the draft, but he would never ignore something like that.] Your playing was impressive.

[refinedmaestro]

Thank you Mister Nightray, do you find the piano to be a favorable instrument?

[isntyourfriend]

Yeah. I've been playing ever since I was a kid. [He was pretty good at it, too, but he still couldn't help but be annoyed at Leo who was completely self-taught.]

[refinedmaestro]

I'd love to hear you play something, Mister Nightray.

[isntyourfriend]

R-right now?!

[Not that it was a problem or anything. It's just a bit unusual for someone to say something like that to him personally.]

[refinedmaestro]

Of course, is that wrong of me to ask?

[isntyourfriend]

N-no, I was just... [Awkward. :c] Nevermind!

[And he makes his way over to the piano, sitting down on the unoccupied bench. There were other people here... Weird. He'd never played to such an obvious audience.]